When sorrow and storms are besetting my track

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When sorrow and storms are besetting my track,
And Satan is whisp’ring, “You’d better turn back,”
How oft I have proved it, tho’ dark be the way,
A little believing drives clouds all away.
  Lord, I believe, Lord, I believe!
Savior, raise my faith in Thee,
Till it can move a mountain;
Lord, I believe, Lord, I believe!
All my doubts are buried in the fountain.
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How easy when sailing the sea in a calm,
To trust in the strength of Jehovah’s great arm;
But somehow I find when the waves swamp the boat,
It takes some believing to keep things afloat.
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“I’ll stand to the end,” I have heard people say,
“I’ll fight till I die, and will ne’er run away;”
But when by temptation so fiercely assailed,
They left off believing, and terribly failed.
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And others there are full of courage and zeal,
Who go to the battle like warriors of steel;
But right in the heat of the conflict with sin,
Instead of believing they faint and give in.
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Then let us remember in running this race,
That faith is not feeling, and trust is not trace;
And when all around us seems dark as the night,
We’ll keep on believing, and win in the fight.